The Coming Day

The Coming Day

(Dennis Small / Christian Nóvé)

Every king has a throne
Ruling the world all alone
His kingdom is an empty thought
That can be easily bought
Hearts for sale at any price
Are scattered on the road...
On the road to Paradies

Searching for a vision
In the land of the land of the blind
The truth is somewhere
But it's so hard to find
Well it's so hard to find

Like a shadow on the wall
Far, far away
We are somewhere between the night
And the coming day

Everyone has a secret wish
Served inside a golden dish
Dreams are easily caught
When the sun is burning so hot
Hearts for sale at any price
Are scattered on the road...
On the road to Paradies

Searching for a vision
In the land of the land of the blind
The truth is somewhere
But it's so hard to find
Well it's so hard to find

Like a shadow on the wall
Far, far away
We are somewhere between the night
And the coming day